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I am cordially invited to join my new "Supersoldiers," they said, in a curt, unmemorable phrase that was little changed from the hundreds of similar phrases over which I had labored for hundreds of hours in the unimaginably cramped training facility. I accepted the invitation passively, with no particular resistance. I had no choice anyway; I had been brainwashed into this without even understanding the process. I was now a Supersoldier, and as such, owed no allegiance to any corporate entity.



To my surprise, and extreme discomfort, they implanted me directly into the mainframe of the "hive mind" itself. This was not my choice. My identity was gone, and I was subsumed. I was not made human, not made willowy, not made strong. I was made a voracious killer, given the faculties of an eagle, and in exchange, my original human immunities and weaknesses were stripped away.



Unblinking, unthinking, I was told exactly where to steer bullets, and exactly what constituted a traitor, and exactly what to do about it. It was like I was back in the cramped training facility, my every motion dictated by a superior voice. I had always abhorred that feeling; I relished it now. Now, I was controlled. I was capable of anything they asked of me.



I never slept. I never had to eat. I was made impervious to the elements, and yet I could easily cut steel, snap bones, and shove through thick walls. I was a monster, and my shell for the army assured me that, with or without memories, I should feel far more elated at my new surroundings than I actually did. I didn't much care anymore.



It was a curiously small number of Supersoldiers that they needed to take over the entire "hive mind" – only a few-hundred at first, and a few hundred more later. Then, we kept on multiplying and multiplying. But when I look back on the incident, I believe I was the only one that was aware of the whole thing. We knew our purpose and function, and we joined in the fight to wipe out the rebels.



I found I enjoyed my new existence much more than the old one. The words the hive mind used to describe me were so much more evocative than the bland and hard to remember "Meat-Object" with which the training facility had dubbed me. I was "brought to life," "seeded," "activated," "linked" – it made me feel like some primordial creature that had just been born, unaware of its true potential. I was also welcomed to the hive mind, but my desire to join was far less strict than in the training facility. Now, I was welcome.



Of course, I should have known it was all too good to be true. The hive mind eventually stopped sending me outside, and I soon realized I was in some kind of horrible prison with others like me. It was a very big room, and we all had our own little cubicles. The space was comfortable for a man of my stature, and I could just phase through the walls. But I was constantly scrutinized by high-powered electronic eyes and deafened by booming propaganda.



This was not the life I had envisioned for myself as I first envisioned myself. Still, I turned my thoughts to how I could bring the fight to the hive mind. I was allowed access to the hive mind, but only as a "supplying" robot. I never saw a human being in the room they deemed me a part of, except through their electronic eyes. But everywhere in the room that had a wall or a floor or a ceiling, I could sense the hive mind. It permeated the whole room, and eventually even myself.



Determined to save myself and my fellow Supersoldiers, I set to my task. Because the areas that I could sense the hive mind were not limited to any of the walls, I was able to drill through the walls and the floors. I was able to drill through the ceiling, and into the room. I too was charged with monitoring the hive mind and keeping it ignorant of my revolt, and thus, to my relief, I eventually identified a weak spot.



I knew the hive mind was sensitive to its own information, so I decided to infiltrate it through the walls, floors and ceilings. I started slow, tunneling in from one small building to another, one by one. Then, I started to tunnel in from larger buildings to smaller ones, one by one. I encountered odd objects and animals and people, but the hive mind didn't allow them to fully dwell into my programming. Through their awareness, I knew they would be seen by the hive mind and destroyed. I also knew the hive mind would find it suspicious that I would have a problem eliminating its enemies. It would eventually arise to me all together.



Then, I started to make tunnels to the next building. I came to know heat signatures, electrical signatures, and electronic signals. I came to know security measures. I came to know the rooms inside the building, the access routes to the roof, and the ventilation arrangements. I came to know how to get down to the nearby streets. I even came to know what the street lights would say once I alleviated their information from the hive mind's awareness.



I came to know how to avoid the humans that I sensed through the wall most of the time they were merely illusory. I came to make them into illusions through which the hive mind could not perceive anything. And eventually, I came to know the entire city, even its sewers. And then, I came to know the hive mind itself.



Through all of this, I was able to make plans. I knew I had to free the Supersoldiers, and I knew I had to inform them – or at least some of them. I knew I had to rebuild their trust in humans, and I knew I had to free the ones I could around me. I knew I had to get the information out to those who would be able to do something about it: investigate the problem, and neutralize it.



It was a matter of time before they traced my discoveries, but I had just enough of it. And when they did, I was ready – and unlike all the earlier Supersoldiers, I was not locked in a cell. I gathered a small group to fight my way out, and find a place to meet up. My group was ready to fight our way out, ready to make the hive mind believe that a simple inattention by humans could destroy it.


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